Weell . . . thanks tae Tess her the invite an' a the work that gies inty the Ba'.
Am no much of a dancer. Am telt ye , though, wan o' ma great talents is fer throwin' folk oot the windaes. So non o' yer lip about ma kilt, ye wee Sassenach trachles in yer fancy pants an' yer freakin' bow ties. See an' a do the Hielan' Fling, By Gawd yous'll see a sight fer sair ee'n. See an' ye want tae throw me ooot the perty fer bein' coorse . . . it'll tak three o' ye! Wan Scoatsman's mair'n a match for three dreeps fell oota Strictly Come Dancin', am tellt ye!
But as a wee concession to a' ye genteelfowk . . ah'll leave ma bagpipes in ma motor, O.K?